Alone
I heard footsteps on the stairs,pounding up them,making the ancient floorboards creak.
I heard doors slamming.I imagined the splinters scattering everywhere.
I heard screams and pleas.My mothers voice,and my sister
I heard harsh laughter.
I heard a shot.Echoing through the house.
And then I was alone.
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Alone
Posted in Poetry, tagged alone, danger, death, fear, guns, hunting, men, Poetry, scared, shot on April 19, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
